The dreams which reveal the supernatural are promises and messages that God sends us directly: they are nothing but His angels, His ministering spirits , who usually appear to us when we are in a great predicament.

Although Alchemy has now fallen into contempt, and is even considered a thing of the past, the physicain should not be influenced by such judgements.

Many have said of Alchemy, that it is for the making of gold and silver. For me such is not the aim, but to consider only what virtue and power may lie in medicines.

The interpretation of dreams is a great art.

However, anyone to whom this happens should not leave his room upon awakening, should speak to no-one, but remain alone and sober until everything comes back to him, and he recalls the dream.

Often the remedy is deemed the highest good because it helps so many.

For one country is different from another; its earth is different, as are its stones, wines, bread, meat, and everything that grows and thrives in a specific region.

Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.

This process is alchemy: its founder is the smith Vulcan.

For it is we who must pray for our daily bread, and if He grants it to us, it is only through our labour, our skill and preparation.

What sense would it make or what would it benfit a physician if he discovered the origin of the diseases but could not cure or alleviate them?

But is not He who created it for the sake of the sick body more than the remedy? And is not He who cures the soul, which is more than the body, greater?

The dreams which reveal the supernatural are promises and messages that God sends us directly: they are nothing but His angels, His ministering spirits , who usually appear to us when we are in a great predicament.

This is alchemy, and this is the office of Vulcan; he is the apothecary and chemist of the medicine.

Dreams are not without meaning wherever thay may come from-from fantasy, from the elements, or from other inspiration.

Medicine rests upon four pillars - philosophy, astronomy, alchemy, and ethics.

The dose makes the poison.

Thoughts create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy, from which new arts flow.

What the eyes perceive in herbs or stones or trees is not yet a remedy; the eyes see only the dross.

Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.

From time immemorial artistic insights have been revealed to artists in their sleep and in dreams, so that at all times they ardently desired them.

Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster.

The physician must give heed to the region in which the patient lives, that is to say, to its type and peculiarities.

We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.

If we want to make a statement about a man's nature on the basis of his physiognomy, we must take everything into account; it is in his distress that a man is tested, for then his nature is revealed.

Medicine is not only a science; it is also an art. It does not consist of compounding pills and plasters; it deals with the very processes of life, which must be understood before they may be guided.

Nature also forges man, now a gold man, now a silver man, now a fig man, now a bean man.

The dreams which reveal the supernatural are promises and messages that God sends us directly: they are nothing but His angels, His ministering spirits, who usually appear to us when we are in a great predicament.

A little bit of beer is divine medicine.

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it.... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.

The main reason for healing is love.

The interpretation of dreams is a great art.

Women's regular bleeding engenders phantoms.

All things are poisons, for there is nothing without poisonous qualities. It is only the dose which makes a thing poison.

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?

Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.

It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart.

You didn't hear the angels singing. It was brought down to Mother Earth, which is where it should be. And that led me to a lot of other reading.

The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.

I don't see how I possibly could have come from where I entered the planet to where I am now if there had not been angels along the way.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels.

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

The righteousness of Jesus Christ is one of those great mysteries, which the angels desire to look into, and seems to be one of the first lessons that God taught men after the fall.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I like to refer to my years with the Angels as the foundation of my career.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.